Leaving tomorrow...don't want to...
Off to camp tomorrow. For two weeks. Normally I'd be going for three weeks, but because of being in Greece I got to go for only two this year. (Not that I'm complaining...) I don't really want to go. I just want to go to the cottage and stay here. Ah well, I'll have fun when I get there, I guess.

So I won't be back until the 31st (going to the cottage afterwards). Meh. There's a Matadors show at Call the Office that night, apparently, though, so I'll have something to look foreward to. I have yet to see them, dammit, and Dave keeps telling me these magical stories of gargoyle-esque bassists and fake blood...woot woot.

Spent yesterday learning half the Suits songs on guitar. I have determined that I don't like playing guitar. I love my bass *hugs baby kinky*. (Yes, my bass is named Kinky. Don't ask.) Brett taught me some of them, but I ended up just playing around with his bass instead because I got bored.

Had to babysit last night. Help me, mother. Five hours of playing "school" and listening to Avril Lavine, followed by a failed attempt at candy making (she told me the fucking pot could go in the microwave!), and an hour of trying to get her to go to bed without screaming at her. Fuck I need a real job, I can't go on like this. I'm not a kid person. I really wish I was, but I'm not.

Anywho, shutting up now, have to go clean my room. Death.